I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.

Now What Happens?" Asked The Man In Black. "we Face Each Other As God Intended," Fezzik Said. "no Tricks, No Weapons, Skill Against Skill Alone." "you Mean You'll Put Down Your Rock And I'll Put Down My Sword And We'll Try To Kill Each Other Like Civilized People, Is That It?

I Am As Devoted To Adventure Now As Then, And That’s Never Going To Stop.

My Westley Will Come For Me.

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, Adored Westly, Sweet Perfect Westly, Whisper That I Have A Chance To Win Your Love." And With That, She Dared The Bravest Thing She'd Ever Done: She Looked Right Into His Eyes. He Closed The Door In Her Face.

I Mean If We Even Had A Wheelbarrow, That Would Be Something.